Chapter Eighty-Seven: Loneliness Is Worse Than Death
"Fu Qiu, what the hell is Yang Zhenhang doing?" Zheng Minzhi just went out to buy a breakfast, and when she came back, she met Yang Zhenhang's mother and left, and Fu Qiu's expression was terrible at this time.
She knew that Yang Zhenhang's mother was definitely not here to show goodwill, these people who were born into wealthy families were selfish and self-righteous, and looked down on anyone arrogantly.
That day, she sent Fu Qiu to the hospital, and the hospital said that it was suspected of throat cancer, and she started a fire at Yang Zhenhang at that time.
"Zhenhang, how can you love a girl who won't live long, you want to be lonely for the rest of your life? Do you want our Yang family to break off? Why are you like this, kid? I used to always date some girls who didn't care about it, I thought you grew up and matured, and you would choose a girl who was both capable and decent to marry home, but you actually found a short-lived ghost. You're going to me off! I'm not going to let you have any more dealings with her, and how much time you've wasted on her, you have to send me back to America right away. As he spoke, he asked the bodyguard to drag Yang Zhenhang away.
Before leaving, he also threw down a cruel sentence, "You told Fu Qiu that if you want to marry into our Yang family, unless she has no problems, it's not that we dislike her, it's true that we can't accept it from anyone's family." You just let her forget about our family Zhenhang! ”
Zheng Minzhi would definitely not tell Fu Qiu the same words, she knew that after Fu Qiu experienced Lin Junyuan, she could no longer accept that she was lost again at a moment close to happiness, especially when she was still sick.
She didn't tell the truth to Fu Qiu, thinking that she could hide it as much as she could, but today it seemed that she couldn't hide it.
Seeing Fu Qiu so calm, she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask again, so she could only sit next to her lightly, holding Fu Qiu's hand, she felt Fu Qiu's body trembling, and Fu Qiu was enduring the pain.
Zheng Minzhi couldn't help it, she hugged Fu Qiu in her arms, "Fu Qiu, cry if you're unhappy, don't hold back, you can tell me anything." ”
In the past, Fu Qiu would cry to death if she lost Lin Junyuan, but with that kind of expression, she would not be as bitter as she is now, the saddest thing for a person is that she has blood in her heart and a strong face.
Fu Qiu thought about the recording that Lin Junyuan's mother showed her just now, it was Yang Zhenhang's voice,
"Mom, Mom, are you there? You're right, Fu Qiu is not worthy of my love, there are so many good girls, I shouldn't waste my time on her. ”
She wanted to cry but couldn't.
finally made up his mind to completely forget Lin Junyuan and be with Yang Zhenhang, but what he was waiting for was this result.
She regretted that she was too unfair to Yang Zhenhang, maybe God felt her insincerity, so she deprived her of happiness at the last moment.
Yang Zhenhang has paid too much for her, it is she who has failed him, and it is true that she is not worthy of his love as he said.
"Our family Zhenhang is a kind person, and you feel a little sorry for him to leave when you are sick, so he asked me to forward this check to you on his behalf, I hope you can accept it, and the money is enough to pay for all your medical expenses. So in the future, you and Zhenhang will have no relationship, and you don't need to contact each other again. He will return to the United States tomorrow and will get married and have children in the United States as soon as possible. I wish you a speedy recovery. Knowing that Fu Qiu's illness was not easy to heal, and blessed her, the hypocrisy of the rich man was vividly expressed.
When Lin Junyuan gave up on her before, she had Yang Zhenhang with her, but now she feels like she has nothing.
She never felt that he was so important when she was with Zhenhang, and she felt that he was so important to her when she lost it.
Fu Qiu felt so lonely.
Sometimes loneliness is scarier than death.